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Before Raskal could react, Luke was ontop of him. He grabbed the younger trainer by the shirt and pulled him in close, so that Raskal could feel the warmth of his breath and the tiny droplets of spit flying from his mouth with every word. "Who do you think you are you little punk?!" The skinny biker shouted into the boy`s face. "You can`t come into our territory and think to get away with a stunt like that!"

Luke reached a hand behind him and clentched it into a tight fist before delivering it straight into Raskal`s gut. Pain wrenched into his kidney and stomach. For a moment his eyes began to glaze over from the sudden violent outburst, but even as Luke was readying another strike, both stopped and turned when Phil opened his mouth to speak.

"Uh... Luke, you better take a look at this!" He said with trepidation and fear in his voice.

And look Luke did, but the sight he took in was more crushing than the defeat he was handed only moments before. As though all of the strength left his body at once, the man broke into tears, even letting Raskal slip from his grasp to land on his knees in the sand beside him.

"GLORIA!" Luke lamented in a high pitched wail. What was once a glittering frame of well machined parts and oiled leather was now a pile of scrap, torn assunder so that no peice was left intact. Even the bolts were torn from the nuts that held them. So thorough was the carnage done to the motorcycle that even Saleem, who rarely dealth with motors and wheels, understood that it would never again take to the road. In all likelyhood it would even stay in that same spot until the sands claimed it at last.

And standing next to the pile of twisted steel with the gas tank still crushed between one of its claws, was Akaizashi. Luke could only bury his face into the sand and cry.

Drake stepped out of the hotel and into the bright sunlight, stifling a yawn as he did so. On the male's shoulder was Finn Aipom, a content smile on his small face. Both trainer and Pokemon alike were fully rested, their bellies full and their lust for adventure rearing up like a caged stallion. "Okay Finn, today is the day we get off this rock!" Drake exclaimed, clapping his hands together. The prosimian chittered excitedly, pumping his fisted, prehensile tail into the air. Drake took a deep breathe of the salty air and made his was shortly down the road to the docks.

It wasn't long before Drake and Finn were back on the search for a boat. The youth was short on funds and he would rather save his money for an emergency. The trainer's previous zeal was starting to wither away when he suddenly heard a loud crashing noise. Drake and Finn whirled around, trying to locate the source of the noise. To Drake's slight horror, he saw a slumped figure on a boat, a broken box lying next to him. Drake tore down the dock, Finn hanging tightly onto his trainer's shoulder.

When he reached the figure, the male crouched down, placing a hand on the old gentleman's shoulder. The man jerked away, jumping up and letting a stream of gibberish fly out. The startled trainer staggered back, Finn hiding behind his trainer's head. The man's head jerked over, just now noticing the adolescent. "Oh, terribly sorry boy," he said, grabbing Drake's hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "I-it's okay," he stammered, "Uh...what were you doing? Did that box hit you?" Drake asked, withdrawing his hand and wiping it on the side of his jeans. Finn was inspecting from his trainer's shoulder, cautious of the strange individual.

"Oh no son! I was taking a nap. It must have fallen," he said, prodding the shards of wood with his foot. Drake inspected the man. He was wearing a yellow button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, grey chest hairs sticking out of the top of his shirt. A cracked diving watch was on the man's right hand, the skin of his arms and legs a deep bronze color. He was wearing a pair of light khaki, cargo shorts and a pair of brown work shoes, flecks of dried paint complimenting the deep grooves and scratches acquired from years of hard work.

The man had a strong jaw accompanied by a thick, grey bear. He was wearing a black visor, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight. He had merry, blue eyes, a spark of life and youth despite his age. The man turned back to Drake and then back to his boat. "What is a young fellow like you doing out on the docks. A young sir like yourself should be in the town lady hunting," he said, winking wryly at Drake. The youth let out a small laugh, immediately taking a liking to the old man. "Well you know, the ladies will have to wait. I mean, I hate to deprive them of this," he said, waving his hands down the length of his body, a smile on his face. The man let out a booming laugh, scaring Finn back behind Drake's head. "I like you son!" the man said, a thick arm around the youth's shoulder, scaring Finn to his trainer's arm. "Haha, I'm glad, but no, the real reason here is because I am looking for a ride," he said. Drake then went on to explain the situation to the man.

"Well Drake, that's quite a story," the man said, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes on the bandages on the adolescent's chest. Drake was wearing a short-sleeved, black button-down, a pair of faded blue jeans, a pair of black sneakers, and a brown piece of leather tied around his right wrist. The man snapped back to reality, flashing Drake a smile. "I'll give you a ride son!" the man boomed. Drake was slightly taken aback by the man's generosity, but he was thankful for his good luck. "That would be awesome Mr.?" he said. "Collins. John Collins, the man said, chuckling slightly. The brown-headed youth reminded him a lot of his grandson. "Well Drake, Finn, shall we head out?" he asked, a smile on his face. "Let's go!" Drake said, happiness written across his face. Finn chattered excitedly, liking the man and not feeling scared or intimidated anymore.

It wasn't long before Drake and Finn found themselves on a medium-size, white boat. "Seabiscuit" written across the hull in bold, black letters. Drake gazed out onto the horizon, Finn asleep comfortably on his shoulder. The gentle sound of the waves sloshing against the side of the metallic exterior of the boat and the slight breeze relaxed the youth. He dropped his guard, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. It was hard to escape your demons, but he felt like he had temporarily hidden out of view of his demons' sights. "Next stop, Pallet Town," the trainer thought to himself.

Lilly nodded and smiled as she waited for her friend to get her pokemon out and then head out the door beckoning her friend to follow. "Yep! All set!" exclaimed the coordination happily as she limped with a smile on her face even though she had a broken leg. "So, I'm guessing we are going to be going to the Cinnabar Gym first too look for him?" Lilly thought out loud and she looked at a sign post with big white bold letters saying "Gym" on it and pointed in the direction the Gym was in. Then Lilly started to limp along that way.

"Seems like it" said Amaya as she followed her friend out. "Think the place will be open? I've come across Gyms where the leader is away or missing" asked the trainer while looking nervously up ahead. She was feeling both nervous and excited about the upcoming battle with Blaine. If all goes well, she'd be able to prover her worth to herself and her newfound friends.

Kijin leans back against a large tree within the forest his eyes focusing on the horizon, his hands fiddling with the pokeballs he kept for capturing though he didn't do it as much as he should. "I must admit I thought getting to Kanto would be a bit harder, or at least not so short guess I miss judge the distance." He says pulling the hand out of his pocket and rubbing his head ruffling his hair a bit, he would stretch his back a little and looks down towards the path that was almost clear cut through the woods,"Well might as well get going this is going to be a lot of fun." He grins to himself as he makes his way towards his first destination Pewter City.